Ginny's In India Now– NC-17/MA for Sexual Content & Adult Situations

DISCLAIMER THE FIRST: It is by JKR's writing alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the grace of coffee that thoughts acquire speed, the back acquires strains, the strains become a warning. The warning is that I make no money from this. It is by JKR's writing alone I set my mind in motion.

DISCLAIMER THE SECOND: This is a AU take on JKR's writings It is not canonical but is more in line with my other published work. It is also a song-fic based on Dido's Mary's In India.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNING: Life is about to give you lemons…you've been warned.

CHAPTER SIX – DON'T WORRY GINNY

Don't worry Ginny, cuz I'm taking care of Harry

And he's taking care of me!

DEVONSHIRE MEWS, CAMBRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 6th 2010 – MORNING

Hermione woke to a feeling she hadn't had in years. Actually as she became more aware of her surroundings she realized she had almost never felt like this before. Ron's incessant snoring meant she tended to move as far away from him as the bed allowed. She certainly wouldn't be able to sleep with him snoring nuzzled into her hair as Harry was doing now. All that was missing to make it perfect was Harry's warm arm around her.

This turned out to be a boon as she was able to slip out of bed without waking him. She was still rather tired and looked forward to being back in Harry's embrace but she needed to hit the loo. Hermione took up her wand and with a quick series of movements she pulled something which looked like a pensieve memory blob (except it was gold instead of silver) out of her chest and lowered it into a goblet on the nightstand. Long ago she had invented a way to 'store' how she was feeling so she could take it back later. It wasn't something you wanted to do every day but for days like this it was perfect. Now she was alert and awake as her feelings on awakening were safely stored till she came back to bed.

Her face fell into a loving smile as she looked down upon the sleeping face of Harry Potter. She had often seen him this way and loved how he looked so peaceful when he slept. True most of the times she got a chance to see him sleep had been when he was in the hospital wing after some mishap. Yet she always was amazed at how when sleeping Harry's face relaxed and he almost seemed a different person.

Hermione put on her bathrobe to cover her nakedness as she made her way to the bathroom. Some time during the night her lingerie had disappeared. Hermione grinned evilly; it had done what it was supposed to do. She had had it made after a particularly bad day right after she and Ron had broken up. It had been such a bad day that she had found herself getting pissed at lunch in a local pub. She had set upon this mad plan to get Harry and make him hers. So she had wandered over to a store she knew which did custom work and ordered her Yule Bomb as she drunkenly called it.

Hermione padded softly into the kitchen after a stop in the loo. Of course Athena was waiting for her by food bowl. No matter how quiet she was, Athena always knew when she was up. Hermione put out some new cat food and started to make some coffee. Thinking about coffee made her remember how hung-over she had been the next day back then. Her plan to win Harry had been quickly buried as an emotional, drunken plan better left in the garbage bin. Since it had been paid for when she ordered it, she had simply put it in a drawer and tried to forget about it.

Over the next few years, when she would be going through her drawers, she would find it. Each time she thought about throwing it away even though it was a perfectly wonderful piece of work. It just represented something which made her terribly uncomfortable. No matter how hard her friends and many of the male Uni students she had class with tried to change her mind, Hermione had never felt very pretty. The periwinkle color always reminded her of one of the few times she had ever felt like a beautiful princess.

Of course that night had been a disaster. All except the look of wonder on Harry's face when she had come down the stairs as he saw her in her dress. That look had stayed with her ever since. It was crystal clear in her memories as if it had happened yesterday. It was a cherished memory more so because Ron had never looked at her like that. Oh he had been appreciative of her body often enough (often times quite crudely) but never once did he look like he had seen a vision.

Just like Harry had done again last night.

Hermione hugged herself happily since Harry wasn't there to do it for her. All her doubts, fears, her pride, her nagging voices in the back of her head had gone right out the window as soon as she had seen the thunderstruck look on his face when he saw her. The silly tag of 'Yule Bomb' had been more apt than she had thought. He had certainly been shell-shocked!

The night had been one of shocks. When Harry had started in on her she couldn't believe it! The Harry she knew just didn't seem capable of dealing with her so roughly. At first she had suddenly wondered if he wasn't Harry at all but Ron using Polyjuice. It was a silly thought and one swiftly forgotten as her body had responded to Harry as it would only to him.

Hermione's sex gave a tingle at the thought. She had been reading stories where there was a dominance/submissive theme since she had been around twelve. She had always hid it, laughed it away as a harmless affectation. Something to titillate her but not something she'd actually do. She was Hermione Granger after all! She took charge of things. It was her direction and plans which had allowed Harry to defeat Voldemort. She was a woman in control of herself and her life. The idea that a free-thinking witch such as herself would actually want to debase herself was just silly. She who had championed the rights of House-elves couldn't really want to be treated like one, right?

That silliness was shattered and deliciously so. The feeling of being bound and being helpless had driven her mad with desire. The terribly sexist way Harry had treated her, degraded her had turned her on to the point where she had actually had a small orgasm as Harry berated her like a common street whore. She had loved every second of being treated like dirt.

Hermione looked out the window and saw the students rushing to catch the early lectures. Harry had mentioned how Luna had taught him some lessons he wasn't ready to really learn and Hermione realized the same was true with her as well. Luna had said she was not living life but merely renting it. Just yesterday she was thinking how Luna must have meant she hadn't settled down. Now it was apparent what the real lesson she had supposed to learn was. She had these sexual needs which she had never wanted to acknowledge. She hid her books, her porn and often felt guilty when she had gotten off to stories of submission. She felt a liberated woman shouldn't feel like that or enjoy something which had been very real in an ugly sense for women throughout history.

Hermione shook her head and got up and poured the coffee into the carafe for later when Harry woke up. She looked at the clock and saw the Prophet owl would be there shortly. She took a muffin out of a tin and munched on it as she idly traced the patterns on the place-mat in front of her. Last night had opened her up to realize what Luna had meant about renting life. It wasn't that there wasn't any permanence in her life but more she refused to take ownership of her needs, desires and feelings. It was as simple as that.

She had run from her feelings from Harry. She had run from her own sexual desires and she had never admitted it was her pride which allowed other's perceptions and expectations to push her down a path she really didn't want. Last night she realized she had finally embraced her sexual desires. Her needs were real. Her reaction to the ugly words, the smacks on her bum, the hand in her hair as Harry thrust into her mouth…all of them were real. She couldn't deny them or ignore them. She got off on being dominated and she needed to accept it.

She also had to accept she was truly and madly in love with Harry. It hadn't matter that he had called her a whore, had slapped her around or treated her like a thing. All the while she had seen the love and lust in his eyes and could feel the restraint. Even when trying to play the bad-ass, Harry had a velvet hand in the iron glove. Hermione had felt it would have taken just a shake of her head and Harry would have released her head. She could see in his eyes that a word could have made him stop at any time…which reminder her how they needed a safe word!

Luna had been right. After she took ownership of who she was would mean she could finally start to live. Just because she like to have her bum smacked or dress up in silly maid outfits and be treated like a tart didn't invalidate her in any way. She was still Hermione Jane Granger and as Harry had said there was a whole world of people hoping she'd join their team. She also expected Luna was the reason Harry had been able to play the dominant lord so well. He had been careful and a bit hesitant at first but he had obviously had a plan. One which played her so well it was as if she had written the script herself. Hermione had a feeling that somehow Luna had seen or foretold how she might act and helped school Harry in how to reach her.

Hermione smiled warmly. The next time she saw Luna she was going to give her a hug that would put the bone-crushing ones Harry complained of to shame! Hermione's smile turned mischievous as she thought of being schooled by Lord Potter and Lady Lovegood!

A hoot drew her attention as the Prophet owl landed on the ledge. She paid for her paper and gave the owl its treat. She unrolled the paper and scanned it even though she really wasn't seeing it. One article about a project she and Su Li had done some research for caught her eye. It made her think of how Harry had asked her what she had planned to do with her life.

Hermione set the paper down and stared out the window. She was Harry's and he was hers. There was no use denying it. From almost the second he had entered her, she had known she could never turn away from him again. She knew Harry had a monster aura due to his powerful magical core which affected every witch around him. She knew his genes had components that made his scent act like pheromones which attracted witches. She knew he was rich and had a social status worthy of a prince. She knew all of that but her heart had been captured at the look of wonder he had on his faced as they made love. A look that she had caused to be there. A look which screamed how lucky he felt he was with her and no one else.

It didn't matter he had slept with Luna who Hermione was sure had been incandescently wonderful in bed. It didn't matter Harry had been with the beautiful and vivacious Daphne Greengrass. The look on his face, the gasping comments as the made love, the almost desperate hugs after he had spent into her all had told a story. A story of how his heart belonged to her, the bushy-haired, buck-toothed bookworm. Harry had chosen her over the likes of Fleur Delacour.

This led to the inescapable truth that she would soon be Lady Potter. She would live in Potter Manor and have access to all the power, wealth and influence that came with it. Not only that but she would mother the children Harry so desperately craved and she found she just as desperately wanted to give him. Hermione bit her lip and realized that the reason she had didn't seem to have a plan in her life was somehow on a very deep level she had been waiting for this all along.

For a brief second a flare of her old concerns about 'cheating her way to the top' instead of getting there on her own surfaced but she quickly squashed them. She loved Harry. His wealth and power just happened to be something that came with him. She wasn't going to marry him because of that so it didn't reflect on her. Besides as Harry had said, she had been instrumental in defeating Voldemort. No one she respected would accuse her of being a gold-digger. Well maybe no one except Rita Skeeter.

The more she thought of it, the more Hermione realized the doors being Lady Potter would open. She also realized she knew what she'd probably be doing for the next decade or two. She would take the lead in creating the first magical University as well as assist Harry in changing the current curriculum. This was something she had always thought about doing and now she could. She had the talent and the knowledge but as Lady Potter she would have the power to break into and through the old aristocracy and make a difference. Yes! She would be no mere window dressing on Harry's arm at Ministry balls like Ginny. Together they would be movers and shakers they and shake up Magical Britain!

As plots and plans began to well up in her (she had to talk to Susan!) an owl's hoot startled her. Hermione turned to see a post owl with international bands on its leg. This surprised her since international post usually came Wednesday afternoons which meant this was probably a priority letter. She took the letter casing and gave the appreciative owl a treat before it flew off.

She opened the casing to find a letter. A letter from Ginny.

Ignoring the cold feeling which gripped her heart at first, Hermione forced herself to read. It was just coincidence it had arrived today she told herself. She found herself frowning as she read the letter. This frown rapidly turned to annoyance and then to the beginnings of anger. By the time she got to the end of the letter Hermione almost felt like casting an Incendio spell on it. She didn't since she wanted to show it to Harry.

The nerve of Ginny! The entire letter had been one self-serving statement after the other! It seemed it had taken awhile but Ginny had learned about how she and Harry had spent most of the night at Bones' ball together. Ginny hadn't written to her as an old friend trying to explain why she had done what she had done. No. Ginny had written because she seemed worried about how her break-up with Harry might make her look bad. How it would cast her in a bad light to have the famous Hermione Granger consoling Harry. She hadn't asked Hermione to forgive her for leaving Harry or even telling of agonizing about it before leaving. Instead she had whined about how she wasn't getting her needs met from Harry and how she didn't want Hermione to think badly about her. Hadn't Hermione gone off on her own journey to find herself?

Hermione snorted at the last big. Her own journey had been a waste of time and at least she had done it while she was single! She hadn't snuck away from a long-time relationship like a thief in the night! Hermione had always thought Ginny to be tough; a real Gryffindor who had stood up to her brothers and never backed down. Now it was obvious when Ginny didn't get what she wanted she'd rather just leave rather than stay and bravely try to fix things or have the courage to end it. It she wasn't that different from her brothers after all. All the letter had been about was her, her, her!

What a self-serving lot the Weasley children had turned out to be! Bill had left Fleur because she hadn't wanted to be a substitute for Bill's mother. Harry had mentioned over dinner about how he felt Penelope was going to walk out on Percy since it appeared he was more interested in 'dictation' with his secretary then going home to her and their daughter. Angelina and Alicia had long since broken up with the Twins who seemed far more interested in their business then them. For years the two had either ignored women or would go through about two or three girlfriends in a month.

Hermione shook her head. Ron probably was in the arms of some vapid Quidditch groupie right now. The only Weasley who hadn't trashed a relationship was Charlie and that was probably because he was in Romania and the news wouldn't reach England if he had. Funny how Arthur was such a saint having to put up with Molly Weasley and her temper and was the epitome of a good role model and yet all his sons turned out to be disasters when it came to witches! It seemed this applied to the daughter as well.

"Mwor!"

Hermione looked down to see Athena staring up at her as if to say, "Why are you wasting your time thinking of those prats?" She chuckled to herself. It was a very good question since she had a delicious raven-haired, emerald-eyed dream waiting for her in bed at that very moment. She reached down and petted Athena. "Thanks Athena; you always put things into perspective!" Her cat purred at the praise which was obviously just her due.

Hermione quietly returned to her bedroom. The bed looked a bit worse for wear! They had made love for what seemed like hours the night before. She was reminded about how she needed to talk to Lilith because she had been amazed how Harry had cum copiously six times that night and she didn't think that would be possible unless Harry had a lot more than then the trace of succubae genes they had thought was in him. Obviously her husband-to-be had more secrets yet to find! This suited Hermione just fine.

She stretched a bit and found herself quite sore from their lovemaking. That wouldn't do! She cast a muscle-relaxant spell on herself and one on Harry for good measure. A whiff of her breath and the general left-over smell of sex made her cast a quite a few spells to clean them up as well as the room. Feeling cleaner and more relaxed, Hermione dipped her wand into the goblet and took back the golden blob and dropped it between her breasts. As it merged with her skin, Hermione once again felt sleepy and warm. She carefully got back into bed. Harry stirred a bit and she was worried she had woken him up. However he merely murmured in his sleep before spooning up against her. Better yet his arm came around her and hugged her against his chest.

Hermione let out a soft contented sigh at the feeling of the arms of the man she loved around her. The man she had always truly loved. Smiling happily she drifted back to sleep.

OoOoO

A warm pressure against her bum brought Hermione back out of sleep. It took a moment for her to figure out what it was. The fact Harry was still spooned up against her helped. Hermione smiled to herself as she slightly wiggled her bum against Harry's hard morning erection. While Ron had a decent size penis, Harry's was noticeably thicker; a fact he had used well the night before. Thankfully Harry wasn't overly endowed. Too big and there were so many things that she wouldn't want to try! With his morning woody wedged between her checks, Hermione had to wonder about a certain dirty act she'd never had to guts to try.

"You, Ms. Granger, are much nicer to wake up to than either Dobby or Winky telling me I'm going to late for some ruddy meeting," Harry said softly into her ear.

"Well Mr. Potter, you are much nicer than having Athena meow at me till I get up and feed her that's for sure," Hermione replied.

Harry began to grind his erection against her wiggling bum, "Hmm...well Athena isn't the only one who is hungry right now." Hermione practically purred as Harry began kissing her neck.

The nuzzling and grinding continued for a few minutes before Harry took Hermione's leg and lifted a bit so he could move his cock against Hermione's moist sex. He then lowered her leg back so her thighs were wrapped around his member. This felt delicious and maddening at the same time as his cock would brush against her rapidly engorging clit. "Oh Harry! Where did you learn this?" Hermione asked.

Harry chuckled, "It is Pureblood Foreplay 101. It's what girls like Ginny get taught so they can keep their wizards happy till they marry and can have sex. Obviously this tradition didn't take completely with Ginny but until she graduated this was the closest to intercourse I got."

Hermione couldn't help but snort even as she alternated squeezing her thighs together in rhythm to Harry's thrusts, "That didn't stop Ron. He was after my virginity almost the day after you defeated Voldemort."

"He probably figured that would keep you his and away from me. However I'd rather not think of either gingers right now. I have a far more pleasant person to focus on," Harry said gently.

Hermione reached back and ran her hands through Harry's hair, "A splendid idea, Lord Potter."

"Lord Potter, huh?" Harry asked slyly. "Feeling the need for a little play, 'Jane' or am I missing something.

"Hmmm, well I was thinking earlier how I need to own up to my needs and desires. What other people might think shouldn't matter. Besides you were an utter beast last night...and I loved it." Hermione said softly.

"Utter beast? I'll show you utter beast!" Harry said happily. He reached over and took up his wand, "άνθρωποςΠέμπτησεξ!" Hermione couldn't help but squeal as her bum tingled.

"What did you just do?" Hermione asked.

"Let's just say Katie wasn't the only chaser I learned a few tricks from. The spell cleans and sets up the stage if you will." Harry grabbed Hermione's hips and hoisted her up so she was on all fours."

Hermione gasped as she felt Harry place the head of his penis against her 'the out door' as Lavender had been wont to call it. She held her breath as Harry began slow and careful thrusts to push his manhood into her. It was obvious the spell Harry had used had a lubricant component as he slipped in easily. Hermione bit her lip and tried to relax. Harry cautiously worked his way deeper and deeper into her bum. Soon he was at least half-way in and thrusting with a bit of speed.

Hermione found herself enjoying the feeling. Sally had tried it and didn't like it but Lilith had found it quite pleasurable. She had told Hermione how she felt for many women it was more of a mental thing. Right now Hermione was getting off on both the mental and physical stimulus. It was such an odd (but nice) feeling being filled up like she was.

"Do you have a B.O.B. Hermione?" Harry asked.

"A Bob?" Did Harry mean a bobby-pin?

"You know, a Battery Operated Boyfriend." Harry clarified.

Hermione let out a startled laugh, "Goodness Harry! Where did you pick up that term?"

Hermione could almost feel Harry's crooked grin behind her. "Hey I told you Tracey and Daphne talked about a lot of things regardless of me being there or not. Tracey seems to think there is a good market for magical sex toys. Actually if you just have a regular dildo that would be best as I don't want to mess up any electronic toys."

"Harry!" Hermione was shocked she was having this conversation. Never mind she was bent down on her bed, her bum up in the air while her lover buggered her.

"What? The Man-Who-Conquered can't say dildo? Come on Hermione, you forget I played Quidditch so I know all sorts of things. Angelina knew some kinky tricks let me tell you! It's a good thing both she and Alicia mostly stuck with the Twins because I don't think shy old Harry Potter could have taken more of their open sexuality. Even Katie got embarrassed by them at times."

Hermione leaned over and opened the drawer on her nightstand and fumbled till she found her latex dildo.

"Ah, life-like and functional I see. Just what I would expect from you. Could you hold it up?" Harry asked.

Hermione did as she was asked and Harry took up his wand again (while still continuing to softly thrust into her as he did) and taped the dildo twice, "Mimus Motus!"

"Now what?" Hermione asked.

Harry laughed, "What do you think Hermione? I think you know where that goes."

Hermione blushed and felt a bit foolish. This feeling didn't last as the moment she pushed the dildo into her it began to move on its own. She gasped out a moan of pleasure. Hermione realized it was moving in time with Harry's own thrusts.

"Wow! Now that is a useful spell!" Hermione said. She couldn't help but push back against Harry. She wanted him to speed up.

"I thought you'd like it. Katie had Angelina teach it to me. I guess when you ride a broom as often as they do; taking it up the bum isn't that hard."

"Oh really? Speaking from experience?" Hermione giggled.

Harry slapped Hermione's arse, "Little minx!"

"Oh Harry! Don't tease me!" Hermione was still giggling but she felt a thrill of being spanked by Harry again. She began to push back a lot more in hopes of egging Harry on. He'd been careful but now she wanted to be shagged and shagged hard.

Harry seemed to sense this as he sped up his thrusts. Soon he was bottomed out with their bodies slapping together filling the room with the sound of sex. Hermione was quickly moaning and crying out at the overload of sensation. She felt completely filled as Harry and her dildo thrust deeper and deeper into her. She reached out and took hold of her headboard to steady herself. "Yes! Harder! Oh Harry! More! Give me more! I can take it!" she screamed.

Harry slapped her ass again while reaching out to grab her hair, "You like it, don't you? You like it up the arse! You like being a dirty arse girl! Don't you! DON'T YOU?" Harry slapped her bum again with a violent sounding smack.

Hermione came hard as she squealed to the mix of pain and pleasure, "Yes! Yes! I'm your dirty arse girl! Spank me! Fuck me! Fuck my arse! Yes, fuck, harder, fuck FUCK!" Hermione found herself marveling at the obscenities coming out of her mouth.

"Dirty arse girl has a dirty, dirty mouth!" Harry practically shouted. He grabbed his wand and with a flick Hermione felt pain in her nipples. She looked down to see Harry had charmed weighted nipple clamps on to her. The movement of her body caused the weights to sway and this sent jolts of pleasurable pain through her sensitive nipples.

This wave of new sensation made her practically scream in ecstasy and she rapidly came again. Between her orgasm causing her to clench her inner muscles around Harry's cock and the spectacle of the staid bookworm writhing and cursing like a whore caused Harry to rapidly lose his own battle in holding back. Grunting loudly he gripped Hermione's hips and thrust deep into her with hard, powerful strokes. Far too soon Harry felt his cum boiling up out his tingling balls. Harry cried out as shot his load deep into Hermione's arse. His semen further slicked up her passage which actually increased the pleasurable feeling. Harry was able to keep thrusting for almost a minute before it became too much for him and he all but collapsed onto Hermione's back.

The pair lay there panting as the sweat on their bodies glistened in the morning sunlight coming through the window.

Finally Hermione stirred, "Harry, uh! You're getting a bit heavy!" She was amazed how Harry was still semi-hard in her bum. His sexual stamina was amazing! Ron's cock would shrivel up to practically nothing after he came and it took a bit to get him randy again if she could keep him from falling asleep right away.

"Sorry Hermione...wow...that was...was...just wow." Harry shook his head and carefully pulled out of her. A wave of his wand negated the spell on the dildo and a few more spells cleaned everything up. "Speaking of wow, Hermione, please tell me you have some decent silencing spells on this room."

Hermione giggled, "No worries Harry. My neighbor is a bit nosey so I've got quite a few wards up. If I didn't she'd have been breaking in with a shotgun a few minutes ago considering all the noise we were making."

Harry rubbed her back and bum a bit, "Yes. You are a lot more vocal than I ever could imagine and I used to imagine a lot about you."

Hermione rolled over and raised an eyebrow at Harry, "Wanking off to dirty thoughts about your best friend? Honestly Harry what sort of girl did you think I was?" she teased.

Harry grimaced, "I obviously thought you were not even remotely kinky enough to want to indulge my rather tame fantasies." Harry's eyes grew distant and he looked troubled.

Hermione reached out and placed her hand on his cheek, "What's wrong love?"

At the endearment, Harry smiled, "Hermione, you do know I respect you right? I enjoyed smacking you around and all that but there will more than just kinky sex. I want the romantic times as well. You're just not a kinky shag to me."

Hermione smiled warmly, "Oh Harry! I know that! Thank you, though, for saying it. I don't want to get into the bad habit of comparing you to Ron but the fact you worried about it means a lot to me. Ron was rather clueless on emotional issues like that."

"Hermione, emotional range of a teaspoon remember?" Harry grinned.

Hermione laughed, "Yes I do. Don't worry Harry; I'm sure you and I will have plenty of time to make love in front of a romantic fire and all that. I don't expect the kinky stuff all the time. Of course I hope you realize I've never gotten to explore this part of me and I'm rather curious to do a bit more research."

"Research, huh?" Harry smirked.

"It's all for science!" Hermione said and then couldn't keep up the straight face and started to giggle. "Besides I'm fully expecting more flowers and romance before I become Lady Potter."

Harry stiffened at these words. His green eyes locked with her brown ones. "Hermione?"

Hermione grabbed Harry and rolled him on top of her. Looking up into those eyes she loved so much made her smile, "Harry, you were right. We've loved each other since forever. I think I started in a silly, hero-worship sort of way after you rescued me from the troll. By the Yule Ball I knew but I let my own fears and pride keep me from you. I'm not going to do that any more."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Hermione shut his mouth with a finger, "Shush Harry! There is nothing for you to say. I was up earlier and I was thinking about things. You and Luna were right; I had been running from you and myself. I thought about being Lady Potter and raising our children and I realized why I didn't have a job plan is because deep down I knew I was going to be yours. I want to be yours and together you and are going to have a family and we're going to take the magical world by storm."

Hermione bit her lip and was surprised how Harry's penis started to harden a bit as she did so. "I'm through wasting time and so unless you have any problems, I'd rather just get on with the business of getting our lives together planned out." She couldn't help but smile mischievously, "Lists to make you know!"

Harry nodded, "Nothing would please me more, Lady Potter" They kissed and continued to kiss for awhile. During this Harry's erection had returned and Hermione found herself getting wet again as well.

As they broke the kiss Hermione suddenly giggled.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"Well if I become Lady Potter, doesn't that mean I'm the boring wife of Lord Potter? She obviously isn't satisfying him if he's using poor innocent Jane Granger!" Hermione said.

Harry laughed. "Well now...I'm sure Lady Potter has her own secrets. While Lord Harold Potter is immersed in his boring business concerns, who knows what Lady Potter gets up too? Perhaps while her husband is talking business at a ball, she's being seduced by the roguishly handsome Lord James Black! One of those Lords women get warned to stay away from but never seem too able to."

"The 'roguishly handsome James Black' huh?" Hermione asked with a smirk.

Harry grinned, "To say nothing of her getting caught up in the dangerous web of lies and deceit of the mysterious Henry Peverell." Harry looked at her with an appraising eye, "Who knows what depraved acts he and his accomplice, Daphne Greengrass of the secret Coven of Serpents might get into?"

Hermione's sex spasmed at the thought of role-playing the three of them could all do together. Although she was amazed Harry was offering her this! It seemed Harry really did know her better than she did herself. In a husky voice, "What about the Lady Lovegood?"

Harry started to grind his cock against her, "Well Lord Potter did find Jane Granger to be a bit feisty. He might call Lady Lovegood in to help tame her. Besides he might need another girl to clean his office. Nothing better than a randy romp with a fetching lass bent over musty tomes of case law!"

Hermione closed her eyes and felt her nipples hardening at the thought. Oh they were going to have so much fun together. "Thank you Harry...you make me so happy."

Harry shook his head; his face filled with love. "No, thank you, Hermione. My obligations to my Houses could be a big burden to you regardless of any customs of the lead wife there are. It's asking a lot to ask you to share me with others. I'm happy and honored you're even open to the idea of it."

Hermione smiled, "It helps you have interesting friends...and such beauties as well. Who knows? Maybe Daphne might sneak Tracey over one night. Plus Susan has let slip that she and Anthony have thought about throwing some more...intimate parties with just a few selected friends."

Hermione reached down and maneuvered Harry's cock into her. She began to slowly grind against him, "I know you love me and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me or any witch who comes into our bed. You're too good a man for that Harry Potter and I love you so much for it."

Harry began to thrust back against her, "I would be honored to have you as my Lady Potter, Hermione Jane Granger."

"And I for you to be my Lord, Harry James Potter." Hermione said in a voiced cracking with emotion. The shared a long, passionate kiss and then gazed silently into each other's eyes while savoring the moment.

Hermione arched her back to push her nipples closer to Harry's face, "How about we celebrate our engagement with some of that romantic sex you talked about earlier?"

Harry kissed her again, "As Lady Potter wishes!" He captured one of her nipples in his mouth as he began to thrust slowly into her at a nice, steady rhythm designed to prolong both their pleasure. Hermione ran her hands over his body as his tongue invoked wave after titillating wave of pleasure out of her. Soon they were simply kissing passionately as they both began to give into their passions and bucked against each other.

Harry was nibbling on her neck. She knew his teeth were leaving marks and this thrilled her. She turned her head to allow more of this delicious abuse. Her half-lidded eyes caught sight of Ginny's letter on her dresser.

She thought of how Ginny had been worried how it would reflect back on her if Harry continued to fall to pieces like he had been prior to Susan's party. Once again her worry had been about herself and not Harry.

Hermione felt an animal growl well up in her as her sex spasmed around Harry's thrusting cock. She knew this would be just one of the orgasms she'd have before Harry would fill her with his hot seed. His skin felt hot and sensual under her hands. His breath against her neck as he mouthed her name excited her.

No Ginny. You don't need to worry about Harry Potter any longer. I'll take good care of him.

Harry pushed himself up on his hands and looked down at her with such an intense look of lust it took her breath away as he began to really fuck her hard. She found her hands on his arse, pulling him into her, trying to force more pleasure out of his wonderful organ. Looking into his eyes, seeing his face awash in love and lust for her made her cry out as another orgasm welled up through her causing her to thrash underneath her lover.

As Harry began to grunt, obviously feeling his own approaching orgasm, Hermione felt herself once again feeling like she was drowning in desire and sensual feelings. Hermione bucked her hips and heard Harry's cry out her name as he redouble his own efforts. As she began to cry out his name over and over she knew she was going to never let him go. She'd take such good care of him and their children! Ginny had nothing to worry about.

Don't worry about me either Ginny; Harry's taking care of me!

Finite Narratio!

A/N: Hurray! I finally finished a fic! It only took about 4 more chapters than I figured! I'd like to acknowledge/apologize for some similarities in this fic to others I've read. I realized there are elements in this fic which are similar to HP and the Chance Meeting by Clell65619as well as some of the many fics by DrT, Radaslab and JBern. It's hard not to have some stuff you read percolate into your own writings.

HP and the Dido Chronicles: As mentioned previously, I do want to expand this fic which would start when Harry is 'killed' by Voldemort in the forest. I also have ideas for things which would happen after this story which would tie up the dangling Luna/Daphne issues. I just have to find some songs which are appropriate. Right now the story is looking to go like this:

My Lovers Gone: Hermione can feel it when Harry is 'killed' by Voldemort.

Hunter: Hermione finds Ron cheating on her w/Lavender.

See You When You're 40: The Harry/Hermione fight in 2007 from Hermione's POV.

Never Want to Say It's Love: Luna schools Harry after the above fight (expanded from Ch 3 of this fic to show a bit from Luna's POV)

Do You Have a Little Time?: Harry visits Hermione and admonishes her for throwing herself into her studies to the point where she hardly even emails him.

Life For Rent: Luna visits Hermione before leaving for America and teaches her a little about life.

White Flag: Ron is in a pub convincing himself he's always loved Hermione after he finds out Lavender is cuckolding him with Seamus.

All That You Want/Don't Think of Me: Set right after the above chapter. Ron uses his key and thinks he can win Hermione back. He's finds he's horribly wrong.

Ginny's In India Now: Would be this fic condensed into one long chapter (and Chapter 3 taken out) with changes since HP and HG had previously been lovers before.

Don't Leave Home: (Possible) Daphne sneaks in a tryst with Tracey and then pleads with her not to leave her.

Sadly I need to focus on finishing HP and the Rejected Path as well as working through Paging Dr. Bell. I do think, however, I'll noodle on this slowly. The first chapter would actually be really short.

International Post: It comes on Wednesdays. If you've read Radaslab's Breakfast In NYC you'd know all about it!

When Harry Met Hermione: One of my all time favorite chick flicks is When Harry Met Sally. I've always felt Meg Ryan in that movie (with her hair changed to brown) is a good model for how Hermione could look as an adult. The movie also shows the dance you could see Harry and Hermione doing as they tried to be friends with the sexual tension being the elephant in the room. While this fic is a Dido song-fic, it is also sort of my homage to the film. Although I doubt Hermione would do the "that scene" with Harry. To Ron, yes, but not Harry. =)

Spells: Normally I explain what they mean but some spells are too funny to just write out the joke. Besides, I'd have to explain it and that would just ruin it. It's not an exact translation anyway. Of course Mimus Motus is simply mimic movement.